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76. One Last Sip Before the Wedding

Auteur: Ophelia Corrigan
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-08 23:38:43

DIANA

I stared at my reflection, not really wanting to face the woman looking back at me. The dress was white silk, plain and simple, no embroidery or anything flashy. It draped over my body the way it was supposed to, following my curves in this soft, delicate way. The neckline was modest—just enough to keep up appearances—and the thin straps held the fabric like it was almost blending into my skin.

My hair, usually loose and all over the place, was pinned up in a low bun, done with that kind
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    DIANAHe pulled his shirt back down completely and cupped my face in his hands, his eyes locked on mine."Don't worry about that. It's all good now. Your brother and I made a deal, and when I get back, he's just gonna have to choke on it. Trust me, okay? Just trust me."I nodded, still crying, and he leaned in to kiss my lips, soft and sweet. The kiss started gentle, but pretty soon we were stretched out on the lounge chair, soaking up every second of his unexpected visit.I didn't fully understand what was happening, but as confusing as it was, I trusted him. Rocco was one of the few people in this world who'd given me every reason to.The kiss went on—slow, unhurried, but loaded with everything we couldn't say out loud. His hands moved over my skin with a tenderness that contradicted his strength, making me feel safe, wanted. When he finally pulled back, it was just to look me in the eyes, smiling like he already missed me before he'd even left."What do you wanna do when I get back

  • PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL   85. You’re Alive

    DIANA Ever since Alessandro finally let me walk around the house, I hadn't stopped eating. It was like my mind was in a constant war, fighting against the urge to drown myself in alcohol. The kitchen had become my refuge, and for the thousandth time that day, I went back there, looking for some kind of comfort in the shelves and the fridge. Maybe it was anxiety. Maybe it was the emptiness of still having no news about Rocco. No one to talk to. Even though I was always surrounded by people in this house, the loneliness was crushing, like an invisible chasm separating me from everyone else. I opened the pantry and grabbed a jar of peanut butter. Spread a thick layer on some bread, the creamy texture going on easy. The hunger—insatiable—made me take a huge bite, and the deliciously salty taste exploded in my mouth. "God, this is so good," I murmured to myself. I grabbed the book I'd been reading, the one I'd left on the kitchen counter, and headed to the patio. The lounge chairs

  • PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL   84. Back on My Feet

    ROCCOI was lying on a gurney, my skin throbbing with every breath. The marks from the electric shocks were still visible on my hands, my arms, my ribs. Small burns, but deep—scars from a torture I'd never forget. The memories were fresh, but I shoved them to the back of my mind. No point in dwelling on that shit when there was still so much to do.An older nurse, her eyes nervous, moved around me, cleaning the wounds with practiced hands. She tried to hide the discomfort in her gaze, but it was impossible not to notice. I didn't really give a damn, though. I'd been through worse, and I knew I had to stay focused.While she worked, a food tray was set down next to me. I lifted the spoon to my mouth, feeling the warm food go down my throat—the first decent meal in days. Every bite felt like it was making me stronger. The slop they'd given me the last few days was barely an insult, and now, chewing on this simple plate, I could feel my strength coming back.The nurse kept working in sil

  • PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL   83. My Only Way Out

    ROCCODays laterThe shock ripped through my body like a wave of pure agony, concentrated right on my ribs where the pain was already blinding. Each jolt made my muscles seize up against my will, my body shaking so hard I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. The pain ran so deep it blurred the line between real and unreal. My body was already wrecked—marked up, broken—but they kept going, pushing me past every limit.After an eternity—or maybe just a few minutes—the soldiers finally stopped. I could barely keep control of my own muscles; they were still twitching, spasming. The cold in the room seemed to get worse by the second, like the air itself was soaked with the pain they'd just put me through. They stepped back slowly, their shadows disappearing from my vision, leaving me alone in the dark.Still tied to the chair, my body started tilting forward, my arms heavy as lead. My strength was draining away, and I could feel the exhaustion creeping in like a shadow wrappin

  • PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL   82. I’m Falling Apart

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    ROCCOI was in the dark, the taste of blood metallic in my mouth. The pain in my wrists was unbearable—the rope had cut through skin right down to the bone. I couldn't even feel my right hand anymore, like it wasn't even part of me. I didn't know how many days had passed. Maybe a week. Maybe more. Time had stopped meaning anything. I stank. Still wearing the same clothes from the day everything fell apart. I was teetering on the edge of losing my mind, hallucinating so bad I could hear Martina's voice singing, soft and sad, like she was right there with me in that godforsaken room.Then, out of the emptiness, the door creaked open. Light flooded in, blinding me for a second. One of the soldiers appeared in the doorway, his silhouette nothing but a blur."You've got a visitor."I smiled, even though the movement pulled at the cuts on my lips, making the pain worse. A visitor? What the fuck?Head still hanging low, I slowly lifted my eyes. And there he was. Alessandro. He walked into th

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